TV horror hostess Elvira (Cassandra Peterson) hopes the unexpected inheritance from
her late Aunt Morgana will provide enough cash to launch a genre themed show in Las
Vegas. However, Elvira is disappointed to find that all she receives from her dead
relative's estate is a rundown house, a pesky poodle, and a dusty old 'cookbook'. Taking
her disappointment on the chin, as it were, Elvira cajoles some local townspeople ("Grab
a tool and start banging") into helping renovate the ramshackle property, while
she fends off the attentions of her crooked Uncle Vincent (played by crusty Brit, William
Morgan Sheppard), a warlock who's after the family's book of recipes because he knows
it contains magic spells, and also tries her damnedest to push that sleazy-glam Las
Vegas project back on track.

"You most certainly don't fit in this town.
Why, you don't even fit in that dress."

Elvira is more like a postmodern icon that a character. She's a fantasy female in the
sense of Mae West crossed with the Wicked Witch of the West. A lover of corny, witty
dialogue and cheesy, smutty one-liners, Elvira is the ultimate camp vamp. Acting against
our heroine is small town old biddy Chastity Pariah (Edie McClurg), strait-laced chairwoman
of the local council, who has much to say on Elvira's arrival in town. None of her
observations about Elvira are flattering, but that only ensures they are pretty hilarious,
and Elvira is unfazed by any measure of criticism, anyway. She gives back as good or
bad as she gets. Leading the Elvira supporters' club, hunky pseudo-hero Bob (Daniel
Greene) sees beyond Elvira's crassly irreverent, endlessly leggy, stiletto-heeled,
raven-haired image of barely restrained cleavage, and he unceremoniously dumps stuck-up
blonde girlfriend Patty (Susan Kellerman, of Beetlejuice fame) in favour of a
darker mistress...

"Revenge is better than Christmas."

Perhaps the most enjoyable 'bad taste' highlight of James Signorelli's uneven yet briskly
paced romp, is the scene of social devolution resulting from Elvira's cruel yet inadvertent
contribution to the Morality Club Annual Picnic, which turns into a daylight orgy like
a satirical flipside of
Invasion Of The
Body Snatchers. Moving swiftly on to Elvira's subsequent arrest, on a charge
of witchcraft, and a climactic sacrificial execution by burning at the stake, this film
keenly parodies the various torture-horrors (Witchfinder General, Mark Of
The Devil, etc) combining their occult riffs with the light-hearted banter of TV
series, Bewitched, in consistently amusing fantasy comedy routines.